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What are you waiting for?
It's raining in another empty.
Think I'll forget my umbrella anyway.
The dull hum of a window fan,
the nagging sensation that my hair is retreating from my face
Another plop, another drip against this firm green earth.
Listless little drifts of thoughts.
Like small twigs and litter running down the gutters,
Tasks felt but not comprehended.
Just another set to the routine.
Wash your hands, pick the scabs, touch the mirror before you leave.
Only, you're not going anywhere fast.
Sit, check, stir, scribble, mutter, stammer, stutter.
Life passing me by at alarming speeds in this very comfortable chair.
Like a constant blur of noise and excitement
as I meditate apathy.
Life terrifying me every day, the same color as dark chocolate.
The same flavor as ash.
The same hands pulling me under
where there's silence,
where there's rapturous splendor in fear.
I'd send for help
if I thought anyone would answer.
